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The Song of her Woe. 5 

The Reformed Drunkard's Prayer. . r> 

Walking the C iacx 7 

Watch 8 

The Pledge 10 

Guard the Gates 10 

The Bard and his Wine 13 

l 'I Have Such A Nice Papa Sir.' 1 . . 15 

To the Beer Wagon 1 » 

Which is Better. . 18 

The Imaginary and the Real. ... 18 

Why? 20 

WiNE is Woe 22 

Sign the Pledge -.22 

King Money . . . . .. -. . 23 

Who iiatii Woe? ........ 26 

IIabakkuk 2: 15. . 26 

Prov. 21: 17 26 

Isaiah 5: 11, 12 27 

Fools, Pessimists, and Cranks. . . 27 

Prov. 20: 1. . 28 

Alone in Heaven 28 

Water good enoigh 30 

W. C. T. U. to Y. P. S. C. E 31 

The White Pose 33 

The Fourth of July 34 



Poison— WruskEY. . . . . ... . . . 35 

What Will You Have? . . . . . . 35 

To the Dollar 36 

Water Only . . 37 

Victory Will Come. . " 38 

Prohibition 39 

The White Ribbon. 40 

The Freedom of the Press. . . . . 40 

An Early Cold Wind. ....... 42 

Two Ways 42 

Ye Bells 43 

Patriots 47 

''Don't Give up the Ship 48 

The Brewer's Daughter." .... 48 

America and Armenia 50 

When 52 

We are on the Winning Side. ... 52 

Release. 53 

The Bereaved Mother 54 



Wbito gibbons. 



THE SONG- OF HER WOE. 

With brain by watching worn, 

With eyelids heavy and red, 
A woman sits in unwomanly rags, 

Her children begging for bread. 
Drink! drink! drink! 

In poverty sunken low, 
While over the way the bottles clink, — 
Oh, that the world would only think! — 

She sings the -"Song of her Woe." 



THE REFORMED DRUNKARD'S PRAYER- 

Hear me, Heavenly Father, hear me 
Ere I lose the power to pray. 

Come thou quickly, Father, near me 
Ere I helpless turn away. 

Come, reach down to my low levels 
Lift me, ere I pray to sink, 
. Ere I must implore the devil 
For another drop of drink. 



Lord, I feel the fiery fever 

Calling for another drop; 
Drink alone is its reliever! 

Canst thou make this burning stop? 

Every fiber of my being 

Quivers and demands the cup. 

Pity, Lord, my sad state seeing, 
Lift me, Father, lift me up. 

My faith is weak; I am not able, 

Lord f to ask thee change what was 

From creation good and stable, — 
Lord, I pray not change thy laws. 

But I pray, O God, for power, 

Strengthen thou my faith so smally 

Help me in this trying hour 
To resist temptation's call. 

Oh, I will and yet I will not,— 
Will to live, yet not to live; 

Will to die by drink, and still not 
Will my all to ruin give.- 

Lord, do thou the conflict enter, 
That is raging thus in me; 

All the help of heaven center 
Ofl my will to live for Thee. 







Hear me, Heavenly Father, hear me, 

Ere I cannot even pray; 
Come thou quickly, Father, near me, 

Ere I hopeless turn away. 



WALKING THE CRACK. 



Drunken drinker, — 
Bleared his bl inker, - 
Dull of tli inker, — 
Thinks he 
Still can 
Walk the 
Crack. 
But already 
Over*heady, 
Serves unstead # y, 
Little 
Traces 
lie the 
Track* 

Likewise, viewing 
His pursuing 

Lvil doing, 
See 
Hun 
Oft the 



Straight 
Path 

Miss. 
Boy, take warning! 
In life's morning 
Bum keep scorning; 

Then 

your 

course 

will 

be 

like 

this. 



WATCH. 



Watch, my boy, mankind's betrayer 
Ply his arts to be your slayer; 
Watch him every fraud committing, 
Watch his subtle counterfeiting; 
Now an angel's form assuming, 
Yet unto destruction dooming; 
Now a sheep, but as a lion 
Seeking thoughtless souls to fly on. 
By his subtle arts was driven 
Adam's race from Eden's heaven. 



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Now he strives that he may slowly, 
Counterfeiting what is holy, 
Change the blessing Christ has brought us 
By the blood with which he bought us. 



Youthful Love to us was given 

As an angel friend from heaven. 

Pure, it is a holy passion, 

'Twill our lives with beauty fashion; 

It will lead to that relation 

Blest of God since man's creation. 

Thus mid white-clad throngs invited, 

Christ and Church will be united. 

But with bland voluptuous graces 

CG.nes a form that uft displaces 

By its promises untruthful 

Love the Pure and Love the Youthful. 

Lust is Love's pretended sister, 

Born of sin, to death resist her. 



In the cup with red wine glowing 
You may see the dear blood flowing, 
At the holy table feeding 
You may see the body bleeding 
Of the seed of God and woman 
Who shall crush the fiend inhuman. 



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Watch thou still the lying devil 
Lest he drag you to his level. 
Promising to show things greater 
In the wine-cup, he wiil cater 
To man's weakness; but deceiving 
Him too ready in believing, 
He will show him but the demons 
Of delirium tremens. 



THE PLEDGE. 

God helping me, my word I pledge 

That till life terminates 
I will not use as beverage 

That which intoxicates. 



GUARD THE GATES. 

Within the New Jerusalem, 

That heavenly city, 
There'll be no sights we need condemn, 

No sad hearts pity. 

There God shall wipe all tears away, 

No pain, nor crying, 
Nor woe will dim that endless day, 

Nor any dying. 



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Only the saints, within those walls, 

On highways golden 
Shall tread, while each in praise recalls 

The story olden. 

Why will be in it naught unclean? * 

God guards admission. 
And o'er each pearly gate is seen 

This prohibition: 

tl No drunkard, liar, murderer, thief, 

Shall here inherit. " 
It is for those who shared Christ's grief 

And claim his merit. 

If we would make this land of ours 

Appear like heaven, 
First all unclean and wicked powers 

Must forth be driven. 

And when the nation has been swept 

By faithful sweepers, 
Then must the gates be ever kept 

By watchful keepers. 

Adultery and Drunkenness 

And Sabbath -breaking 
Have to our city gained access, 

Sad havoc making. 



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Tliis grim throe-headed Hydra now 

Is slowing winding 
Its coils around the form of Law, 

With firmness binding. 

This foe Satanic must be slain, 

Law's body freeing, 
That Law may thus protect again 

Our city's being. 

After the city has been freed 

Of things defiling, 
When foes would enter, give no heed, 

Howe'er beguiling. 

If we would make this land most fair 

For dwelling mortals, 
Then let the keeper's watch with care 

The nation's portals. 

Ye guards, admit not at the gates 

Bad institutions. 
Then will survive these blessed states 

Time's revolutions. 



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THE BARD AND HIS WINE. 

Whom, alas, bast thou not cheated 
Or in noble ends defeated, 

Wine, accursed wine? 
For a brief exhilaration 
Have the bards of many a nation 

Paid thee with a line. 



And the line is still kept living 
And its evil influence giving, 

Woven with the good. 
Thus is good with evil mated; 
Would they could be separated, 

As they always should . 

Not a giver, but a taker, 
A destroyer, not a maker, 

Art thou, cup of wine. 
Ever giving less than taking, 
Ever killing more than making, 

Thou'rt not worth a line. 



Yet from many a nation's poet 
(Why, alas, did he not know it?) 
Thou hast gained a verse; 

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'Twas a brief infatuation; 
In the end both bard and nation 
Only found a curse. 

Roman poets often praised thee, 
To the very skies they raised thee; 

Thou hast laid Rome low. 
Fair Columbia protects thee, 
By her laws she much respects thee; 

Thou hast killed our Poe. 



Wilt thou kill this land of ours? 
Scatter hypocritic flowers 

O'er Columbia dead? 
Rouse, oh, rouse, ye vain believers, 
Kill that worst of all deceivers, 

Cap of bloody red. 

Wilt thou kill Columbia? Never. 
For Columbia will sever 

That life -thread of thine. 
God will hurl to thine own level, 
Thee, thou parasitic devil, 

Deadly cup of wine. 



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"I HAVE SUCH A NICE PAPA, SIR." 

"I have such a nice papa, sir, 1 ' 
Said a little girl pure and sweet, 

As she waited upon the door-steps 
His homawird step to greet. 

"Last night he brought me a dolly 
With beautiful eyes and curls; 

He told me that I was the dearest 
Of all the little girls. 1 ' 



"But does he never scold you 

And is he never rude?' 1 
"Last night he said that he loved me; 

His kisses were sweet and ^ood. 11 



But watch that little tear-drop 
As it steals a passage down, 

As her struggling soul remembers 
Some drunken word and frown. 



Dear little girl, believing 

What gladly she wants to believe; 
Forgetting the rudeness and trying 

Her poor little heart to deceive. 



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tl He loves me, 1 know, and I love him, 
There is not a sweeter face; 

Soon I shall see him coming 
And be in his dear embrace. 1 ' 

But as in the dusky twilight 

She sees his uncertain gait, 
Why does she run away weeping 

And does no longer wait? 

Ah, poor little heart that is broken, 

The angels thy sorrow see; 
And if there were weeping in heaven, 

1 know they would weep for thee. 



TO THE BEER WAGON". 

Hear the stamping and the rattle 
As of calvary in battle 

Hither hie. 
Hear the rolling down the ridges 
And the thunder o'er the bridges 

Coming nigh. 

Do you, tre 'Tabling, ask "What is it?" 
'Tis the devil makes a visit 
With his deils. 



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See the fierce and foaming horses 
And his caf that hither courses, — 
Woe' on wheels. 

He employs a human driver; 
Thus the wicked Sin-contriver 

Men deceives. 
Demons shut: within a bottle 
Able each a soul to throttle 

Here lie leaves. 

And the wealthy tavern -keeper, 
Sinking village morals deeper, 

Takes them in. 
Little does it seem to matter 
How much sorrow he may scatter, 

Woe and sin. 

Men long sunk by drunken revels, 
Serve as gods these bottled devils, 

And they cheer 
As they see the car advancing, 
And the fiery horses, prancing, 

Coming near. 

Daughters, sons, and wives they offer, 
All life's precious gifts they proffer, 
All are brought 



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To be crushed— an act made lawful — 
'Neath the wheels of that most awful 



WHICH IS BETTER? 

If the sunlight better guides you 

Than a lightning flash; 
If a steady course is better 

Than a reckless dash; 
If no one prefers a fever 

To a steady heat; 
If 'tis better have some over 

Than all now to eat; 
If to stay at home is wiser 

Than on husks to dine; 
Then is pure and sparkling water 

Better drink than wine. 



THE IMAGINARY AND THE REAL. 



There are beings that men fashion, 
They are creatures of a brain, 

That arouse the heart's compassion 
Till it can no more contain. 



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And the soul's great swelling ocean 
Though the dikes may interfere, 

Rising with a steady motion 
Overflows in many a tear. 

But when pity calls to action, 
All these airy things are fled. 

It becomes a sweet distraction 
Over them the rear to shed. 

Bring your precious summer novel, 
I will show you sorrow then, 

Real sights within yon hovel, 
Woes too great for paint or pen. 

Sickness raging, children dyiug, 
Filth and drunkenness and theft, 

Crimes aloud to Heaven crying, 
Everything of joy bereft. 

Thousand places in the city 
Such as this one you may view; 

Does it cause your heart to pity? 
Here is then a chance to do. 



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WHY? 



Sunset glory through broken glasses 
Dingy with smoke and filthy masses, 
Deigns to illumine all human classes 
And through the kindly cracks it passes 
Into a room and over a wall 
Which shows the laths as plasters fall, 
Where no paintings for praises call; 
Then the sun pitying changes the sight, 
Hinging a picture of shadow and light. 
Why no other master 
Displayed upon the plaster? 
Why? 



Why that baby lying, 
Waiting the hour of dying? 
Like a lily born on a stormy lake 
Which the turbulent waters take, 
And ere its petals in full unfold, 
By the river's power controlled 
On the river's tide 'tis rolled, 
Till within the sea it settles, 
Closing again its tiny petals; 
Thus the child with a rapid motion 
Floats away to Death's broad ocean. 

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Pity the wife, O Friend of the sinner! 
Love's broken pitcher pours, through its 

inner 
Channels, over cheeks growing thinner 
For lack of many a supper and dinner, 
Streams of sorrow that sadly lave 
The babe's sweet face; these tears she gave 
As a preparation for its grave. 
Why do those tears and that sad face 
Former smiles and beauty displace? 
Why those rags in keeping 
With the woman's weeping? 
Why? 

Why upon the bed 

Lies the husband dead? 
Something worse than battle scars 
Former looks of manhood mars. 
Why has he failed to the end to run, 
Stopped in the race that was once begun, 
Losing a crown that he might have won? 
Why has he missed the heavenly calling, 
Losing the prize through stumbling and 

falling; 
Waiting to suffer a just retribution, 
Taking slim chance in the restitution? 
Why? 



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WINE IS WOE. 

Woe is in the wine; 

Woe is to the taker; 
Still more woe is thine, 

Heartless drunkard maker. 

Wine is woe to one, 

Wine is woe to nations, 
Now as well as on 
Coining generations. 

Woe is in wine's mirth, 
Woe it hides in laughter. 

Woe it brings to earth, 
Loss in the hereafter! 



SIGN THE PLEDGE. 

Would you make your pathway plainer, 
And yourself from evils hedge, 

For your own sake, be abstainer; 

You will ever be the gainer; 
Sign the pledge. 

Would you never lead another fc 

Unto ruin's fearful edge, 



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For the sake then of your brother, 
Of his children, wife, and mother, 
Sign the pledge. 

Pearls you may by such behavior 
From the seas of sorrow dredge. 

Such an act will meet God's favor; 

For the love then of the Savior, 
Sign the pledge. 



KING MONEY. 

Queen Love is the only ruler 

Designed by heaven to sit 
On the throne of the heart's dominions, 

And to love should ever submit 
The attendants and the subjects 

That round her palace flit. 

It is love supreme to the Father 

And an equal love to man, 
That should rule all the heart's pos- 
sessions, 

According to Heaven's plan. 
She rules with a righteous judgment 

As her subjects never can. 



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Her subjects are love of Glory, 
Wealth and Tower and Fame, 

Property, Knowledge, Pleasure, 
Society, Self, and Name. 

When these are raised to the kingdom 
The end is only shame. 

Love is so meek a person 

She never has rule at first; 
Her throne is seized by her subjects, 

By them her kingdom is cursed. 
Though they all mike cruel despots 

Yet Money enthroned is worst. 

Is money the root of all evil? 

Ah, yes, wheu Money is king. 
How cruel! the queen he does even 

Into dungeon darkness fling. 
And unto the better subjects 

What slavery does he bring! 

In the million little nations 

Where the money king we find, 

You may see a poor subject, Reason 
By imperial orders blind; 

And Pity too weak to help others 
For the chains that his body bind. 



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No wonder long heathen darkness 
Still waits for the gospel ray; 

That poverty pleads for compassion, 
To be turned without help away; 

No wonder the drink curse is raging, 
The greatest curse of the day. 

Say not that the drunkard-makers 

Care never a whit. at all 
For the sixty or seventy thousand 

That yearly in ruin fall; 
Bur, these they love less than the money . 

King Money does them enthrall. 

The might of the great Redeemer 

Himself is able alone 
To take from the cruel king Money 

The kingdom he does not own, 
And place the rightful possessor, 

Queen Love, in sway on the throne. 

Then daily within that kingdom 
It may by us all be viewed 

How love by her magic power 
Has everything renewed, 

And how useful and active a helper 
Is Money when once subdued. 



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WHO IIATII WOE? 

(Prov. 23: 29-32.) 

Who hath sorrow? who hath woe? 

Who doth make contentions rise? 
From whose lips complainings rlow? 
Who doth causeless bruises show? 
Who hath redness of his eyes? 

They that tarry long at the wine; 
Tiiey that go to seek mixed wine. 

Look not on the wine, though bright, 
When it gives its coloring, 

When it goeth down aright; 

The end is but the serpent's bite, 
Like an adder does it stint?. 



(Habakkuk 2: 15.), 
To him that gives his neighbor drink, 

Shall surely woe ensue, 
That puts the bottle to his lips 

And makes him drunken too. 



(Prov. 21: 17.) 
That man shall poverty see 

Who loveth never toil; 
Nor rich shall that mau be 

Who loveth wine and oil. 

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(Isaiah 5:11, 12.) 

\Voe is to them 

That rise with the sun 
To drink'till inflamed 

When the day is done. 

The harp and the viol, 
Pipe, bibrat, and wine 

Alike in their revels 
All day they combine. 

They do not regard 
The work of the Lord, 

Xor do they consider 

His might and his word. 



FOOLS, PESSIMISTS, AXD CRAXKS. 

If your thoughts you daily gather 

In a temperance school, 
If you read a temperance paper. 

You are called a fool. 

If you speak of liquor evils 

As they do exist, 
Men will hiss you out of hearing 

As a pessimist. 



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If you act in full accordance 

With your temperance plank, 

Men will raise the accusation 
That you are a crank. 

Blessed are those persecuted 

For the sake of right. 
Theirs shall be the heavenly kingdom 

Full of love and light. 



(Prov. 20: 1.) 
Wine is a mocker; lies it weaves; 

Strong drink defies; 
And whomsoever it deceives, 

He is not wise. 



ALONE IX HEAVEN. 

I fancy when we get to where 

There is eternal day, 
We'll find some humbler mansions there, 
Standing alone, 
Far from the throne, 

Far from the main highway. 

The owner's solitary praise 

His humble house will fill; 
Though joyfully his harp he plays, 
And happier he 
Than we now be, 
Some will be happier still. 



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We'll find the grandest mansions near 

Heaven's busiest boulevard, 
Supremely happy saints dwell here; 
Here choral songs 
From white-robed throngs 
Will evermore be heard. 

The humble dweller niipht lave gained 

Some company in his song, 
A larger house might have obtained, 
Had he denied 
IlimseJf and tried 

To bring a friend along. 

I fancy when the judgment comes 

That many souls will take 
These small suburban heavenly homes, 
Who now decline 
To give up wine 

E'en for a brother's sake. 

And some will dwell near the golden street 

And daily at the door 
Some once enslaved brother meet 

Whom their help had 

From bondage sad 

Through Christ freed evermore. 

The palace is for him who ne'er 
God-given duty shirks; 



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Oar doings lis re fix our station there; 
A penny for ail 
Christ's great and small, 

A crown for him who works. 

Oh let us not go to heaven alone, 

But let us all, if we ran, 
Secure a mansion near the throne. 
Then let us give up 
The needless cup 

For the sake of brother man. 



WATER GOOD ENOUGH. 

God made for plant and beast and man 

Each a peculiar food; 
One drink alone was in his plan, 

And everything was good. 

The plant still fills its flowery cup 

From founts the heavens provide; 

The thirsty rootlets still lick up 
The brooklet's tiny tide. 

The hart still panteth as of old 

After the water-brook; 
And all the beasts take of the cold 

Rich draughts they ever took. 



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But man has changed and tries 

To make abetter drink. 
Succeeds, — so say the doctors wise, 

And so the dealers think. 

But somehow men will lose their health 
As they drink the w 'accursed stuff, ' 1 

And rind, bereft of all their wealth, 
Cold water good enough. 

Go, friend, to Nature's doctor-book 
And everywhere you'll read: 

'•Quaff but the water of the brook. 1 ' 
No other drink you need. 



W. C. T. U. to Y. P. S. C. E. 

O army of Christian Endeavor, 

Young soldiers so brave for the right, 

King Rum is resisting us ever; 

Ccme aid us and help that we never 
May yield in the glorious fight. 

The death that he brings is apallii;g, 

Unutterable is the woe. 
Oh, must we forever be calling, 
While seventy thousand are falling, 

Slain every year by the foe? 



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Our forces are scanty and scattered, 

His forces are very compact. 
The walls of bis forts must be battered, 
His strongholds to atoms be shattered, 
And now is the time we should act. 

Entrenched by the laws of the nation, 

Sustained by a powerful press, 
Complete in his organization, 
Long fed by a rich compensation, 
Rum will not m power grow less. 

He rules with demoniac madness, 
Despotic his merciless sway, 
Depriving the mother of gladness, 
Betraying her loved ones to sadness, 
And leading to ruin's broad* way. 

The churches, lo, are despairing, — 

Christ's kingdom, when will it come? 

Ye valiant soldiers declaring 

"'For Christ and the Church, 1 ' come 
bearing 
Your arms on their enemy, Rum. 



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THE WRITE ROSE. 

White rose of purity, 
Come, fairest, wilt thou be 

Our nation's flower? 
Bring purity of vote, 
And righteousness promote, 
That freedom's flag may float 

From every tower. 

God-given sign whereby 
Evil is made to fly, 

Flower of renown, 
May God thy beauty sheathe, 
Immortal freshness breathe 
On thee, and of thee wreathe 

Columbia's crown. 

White rose of purity, 
Let our enslavers be 

Ever laid low. 
By thy sweet beauty's charm, 
Oh keep our youth from harm, 
Each foe within disarm, 

Each outside foe. 

White rose of purity, 
God grant thee victory 
Over ruin's power. 
Then shall the praises ring 

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To Christ our only king, 
Who doth such glory bring 
Our nation's flower. 



THE FOURTH OF JULY. 

Ere the painting was hung in the eastern sky, 
The steeples rang out ■ t 'The Fourth of July! 11 
Ere the pink and the red and the w 7 hite and the gold 
Were seen on the wall as the painting unrolled, 
The cracker was heard and the cannon's boom, 
And blasts that suggested the day of doom. 
And every one followed the creed of the boys, — 
The bigger the day, the bigger the noise. 
And ail the wide country was made to ring, 
wt America s free from a tyrannous king! 11 

America's free, we are happy to say, 
From a foreign ruler's unrighteous sway. 
Enslavers she has, how 7 ever, the w r orst 
Of any that yet a nation have cursed. 
And they came disguised from beyond the graves 
To celebrate freedom by making more slaves. 
And the guns boomed harder all over the earth, 
And shouts grew wilder, and greater the mirth. 
And many would reel and stagger and fall 
And swear and curse and fight and brawl, 
And many a wound and many a black eye 
Was the end of that glorious Fourth of July. 



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If we keep these enslavers, Whiskey and Beer, 
Much longer with us, then I fear, I fear, 
That the freedom we have they will carry away; 
God of heaven, forbid so disastrous a day! 
The second great Fourth, as it seems to me, 
Was the first of January, '68. 
And another and greater is soon to come; 
'Twill be when we shatter the power of Rum. 

POISON"— WHISKEY. 

On each flask this truth indite: 
"Poison — Whiskey;" let that sight 
Keep the youthful in the right. 
"•Taste it not! 11 

11 Don't you see the skull and bones? 
Don't you hear the dying groans, 
And the fiend's exulting tones? 
Taste it not!' 1 



WHAT WILL YOU HAVE? 

"Boys, what will you have? 11 — "You are 
kind, 

I'll have something good for the liver. 1 ' 
"I something to brighten my mind. 11 

l, Aud I for the chills, for I shiver." 



lt Now what will you have? I am sure 
One favor deserves still another." 

All fiad some more ailments to cure, 

And drink from respect to their brother. 

And each one observes in his turn 
False notions of kindness and duty. 

Strange fevers within them soon burn, 
And lost is their innocent beauty. 

Now since you are clone, while you fret, 
And now while your members are aoliiug* 

Go ask yourself lt What did I get? 
Oh, is this the same 1 was taking? 11 

11 Boys, what will you have?" — Oh, beware! 

'Tis Satan who thus is besetting; 
YouMI have something good, you declare. 

But ruin of self you are getting. 



TO THE DOLLAR. 

No longer thee, O glittering dust, 

We'd seek, but rather 
Would strive for that which cannot rust, 
If it were true — tl ln God we trust 1 '■ — 

Iu God, our Father. 



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tl In gold we trust, 1 ' in letters bold 

Might well be written; 
Does not the land beg Whiskey's gold, 
Though us with misery untold 

Has Whiskey smitten? 



WATER ONLY. 

Clouds have oft come flying, 
Saving Earth from dying, 
But they never brought her 
Anything but water. 

O.ice a tenth-rate doctor 

Said and/ thereby shocked her: 

ww Water is too risky, 

You should have some whiskey." 

Plant and beast, however, 
Took it never, never. 
Man began to make it, 
Frequently to take it. 

But with every swallow 
Woe aud sickness follow. 
Thousand drinkers dying- 
Proved the Dr. lying. 

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Error's darkness fleeing, 
Man the truth is seeing: 
•'Water isn't risky, 
Death is in the whiskey." 



VICTORY WILL COME! 

Ho you liquor clan, 
Sending sickness, 
Seeking sleekness, 
From the weakness 

Of your brother man. 

Ho ye dealers bold! 

Prohibition 

Will make submission 

Your position, 
And your days are told. 

Ho ye brewer bands! 

Mark these verses: 

Ill-got purses 

Will be curses 
In your guilty hands. 

Victory will come! 

Bring Rum faster 

Dire disaster. 

Serve your Master, 
Save your land and home. 

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PROHIBITION. 

It doesn't prohibit? — 
Then wherefore exhibit 
So great consternation, 
So small exultation? 

The "Maine Law" a failure, 
Which still does assail your 
Combined operations 
To flood all the nations? 

Then why do you worry 
And bluster and hurry? 
You know, Mr. Brewer, 
It makes drunkards fewer. 

You fear prohibition. 
You know by its mission 
Your thousands invested 
From you may be wrested. 

And surely they ought to, 
Too long you have sought to 
Still make your purse sleeker 
By making men weaker. 

Your ill-gotten money 
Should go to make sunny 

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The homes so forsaken 
From which it was taken. 

God speed prohibition, 
That no more permission 
Not granted by Heaven 
By state shail be given. 



THE WHITE RIBBON. 



The "cords of love" that e'er should bind 
Each soul unto the other 
Like loving friend and brother, 

The cords that sweetly draw mankind 
To heaven so securely, 
Must be white ribbon surely. 

In true white ribbon hearts we find 
Such love, that 'tis no wonder 
We think the throne up yonder 

Must be with ribbons white entwined. 



THE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS. 

Where is the freedom of the press? 

Ah, half of that is sold. 
Her strength, although it is not less, 

Is now by Rum controlled; 

Rum bought her with his gold. 



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The drunkard's child in hunger lies, 
And shall the press give aid? — 

Such freedom, no, her lord denies; 
His law must be obeyed, 
And silence must be made. 

An ill-clad wife is deathly pale, 

And shall the press tell why? — 

lt No, don't repeat her bitter wail, 
Dare not to breathe a sigh; 
Wilt thou my lash defy?" 

A tempted wretch goes down in drink, 
And shall the press proclaim? 

Cries Rum the louder, ''Let him sink.' 1 
Alas, alas, what name 
Will fit for such a shame! 

Thank God, some daughters of the press 

Are still as ever free. 
They teJl the truth aud mankind bless; 

Some day their mates shall be, 

Too, freed from slavery. 



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AN EARLY COLD WIND. 

An early cold wind from the north 

Blew over a floweret red; 

It drooped on its little low bed; 
Fond Night poured h >r dewy tears forth; 

My sweet little ilower was dead. 

A wind of temptation has chilled 
So early my flower, my boy. 
I pray 'twill not fully destroy. 

God grant that he may not be killed, 
Sweet Ilower of my love, my joy. 



TWO WAYS. 

A piteous bloat 

With nondescript coat 

And tongue growing thicker, 
Down into his throat 

Is downing the liquor. 
As long as he quaffs 
The bar-keeper laughs. 

A speaker down street, 
A crank in a heat, 

A temperance kicker, 
Down under his feet ^ 

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Is downing' the liquor. 
As long as he howls 
The bar-keeper scowls. 

Friend, where do you stand, 
The right or left hand? 

And what is your record? 
By temperance grand, 

Or drunkennsss checkered? 
Which way are you in 
Of downing this sin? 



YE BELLS. 

Awike, Christian people, 
Awake to your mission. 

Proclaim from each steeple 
For Rum's prohibition. 

Let pulpits deliver 

A message of thunder; 

Till rumsellers shiver 

And fear for their plunder. 

Let trumpets be blowing 
A blast not uncertain. 

Let pastors be showing 

What's hid by the curtain. 

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Let preachers not tremble 
In work for the Savior. 

They need not dissemble, 
God's book's in their favor. 

God's word, from beginning 
Through John's Revelation, 

On sinner and sinning 

Tells strong condemnation. 

'Tis sin to be drunken; 

The traffic makes sinners; 
It keeps clown the sunken 

And tempts the beginners. 

Blow louder and deeper: 
He's helping the devil 

Who helps the bar-keeper 
And drunkards to revel. 

Yes, stop your low "tooting" 
And blow your horn louder. 

Don't aim without shooting, 
Use shot, shell, and powder. 

Do make the pews rattle 

And rouse up the sleeping; 
Go, urge them to bat tie 
Against saloon keeping. 

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Don't pray the throne regal 
May come to our level, 

They vote to make legal 
The work of the devil. 

Now why are you staying 

Still with your old faction? 
The right kind of praying 
Will lead to right action. 

Make prayers more burning 
More earnest and hearty; 

Yon then will be turning 

Soon from your old party. . 

You then will see clearly 

Where once you were blinded; 

Love others more dearly, 
Be not so self-minded. 

You'll vote for protection 
Of children and mothers, 

For help in correction 
Of habit-bound brothers. 

You 1 !! make Mr. Brewer 

Fly out of our nation, 
Or look for a truer 
And better vocation. 

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You'll make the distiller 
No more such a harmer, 

But make him a miller 
Or good honest farmer. 

You'll make the saloonist 
Who ruins for money 

Go as a baloonist 

To regions more sunny. 

They all will rind places 
At work that is brighter, 

And thank with good graces 
The temperance fighter. 

Ye bells of the city 
So solemnly calling, 

Tell men to have pity 

On those that are falling. 

Ye bells of the nation, 
Forget not your mission; 

Ring out Rum's dictation, 
Ring in prohibition. 



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PATRIOTS. 

The ship of State he does not love, 
Who but admires her present motion 
Upon a yet unbroken ocean; 
Who only sees the flag above 
And white sail- wings as of a dove; 

Who but beholds her stately mast, 

And will not note the storm-wind 

blowing, 
Nor whither is the good ship going; 

Nor how is heaven with clouds overcast, 

But blindly glories in her past; 

Who will not see the rocks before 

And cannot therefore give the warning 

To save the crew from wreck and 

mourning; 

Who does not hear the breakers roar 

On ruin's ever -Hearing shore. 

Our much beloved ship of State 

Sails under captains blind aud risky 
Towards the rocks of Rum and 
Whiskey; 
She sails at an increasing rate, 
Oh, turn her, ere it be too late. 



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True lovers of the ship, turn ye 
Her course, and never leave her, never, 
That she may smoothly sail forever 

Upon a stormless, boundless sea 

Of freedom and prosperity. 



'DON'T GIVE UP THE SHIP.' 



It will either be our fate 
That we save the ship of State, 

Or destroy the schooner. 

Therefore 1 would sooner 
Help to batter 
Up the latter 
Of the two; 
Wouldn't you? 



THE BREWEK'S DAUGHTER. 



A hundred thousand dollars 

Was spent for the wedding day 
When the brewer's only daughter 

Was given by him away. 
But by a baker's window 

Near the home of the coming bride, 
Stood a ragged boy and his sister, 

And this is what she cried: 
tc Buy me a loaf of bread, 



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Buy me a loaf of bread, 

My mother is dying, maybe she has 

died. 
Buy me a loaf of bread." 

The carriages passed for the wedding, 

A glorious and grand display; 
And the coming bride was happy, 

Aud the coming groom was gay. 
But there by the baker's window 

Stood the children, hungry and pale; 
Scarce hushed by the hoofs of the 
horses 

Was heard their bitter wail: 
lt Buy me a loaf of bread; 
Mother is sick in ted; 
My father, poor father, they took him 

to jail; 
Buy me a loaf of bread." 

Amid the diamond's glitter 

And the rustle of bridal gown, 
They were married and then were 
driven 
To their home with front of brown. 
But the children had left the window 

And goi e to their hovel's gloom, 
Still hungry themselves, and their 
mother 



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Lay dead, lay dead in the room. 
"Mother, dear mother, is dead; 
Who now will buy us bread? 
Father — God save him — he cannot 

come home; 
Oli, for a loaf of bread. 1 ' 

But the brewer still continues 

On the weakness of men to live. 
God, curse the wealth he is robbing, 

Yet, God, his sins forgive. 
Oh, the homes that are made unhappy! 

Oh, the many that hungry go! 
Oh, the tattered ones that early 

Must say these words of woe: 
•'Buy me a loaf of bread; 
Mother, dear mother, is dead; 
Father, he loves us sometimes, we 
know, 

But — buy us a loaf of bread." 



AMERICA AND ARMENIA. 

''Don't kill mamma! 1 ' the daughter cried, 
And clutched her drunken father's baud. 
Three children by the mother's side 
Were left in sadness when she died. 
Yet this was not on Turkish land. 



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Drink made that mother's rassiocs boil 
Who out the window threw her child. 
Ah, yes, it makes the sense recoil, 
And yet, 'twas not on Turkish soil 
Where happened this a deed so wild. 

Drink set that lover's brain a whirl 
Who killed his own intended wife, 

And then the sister of the girl; 

Though not a Turk, these did he hurl 
To sudden death in drunken strife. 

Then there was one who with a chair 
Struck down his sister to the grouud; 

Friends found her later dying there. 

And yet, it wasn't Turkey where 

This wicked, drunken brute was found. 

A father left four children die 

From want of food in winter's cold; 

And thousands more are death's door nigh. 

Alas, not even a Turkish sky 

Doth sadder sights than these behold. 

And yet, we think this all a dream, 

And only Turkish madness fact. 
Oh, could we but remove the beam 
That makes our sins unreal seem. 
Then surely we would go and act. 



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WHEN. 



When teachers teach it, 
And preachers preach it, 

And thus fulfill their mission, 
Then we shall reach it,— 

Rum's utter prohibition. 



WE ARE ON THE WINNING SIDE. 

Ah, Nero Rum 

Will lose his might 

When Jesus from 

The skies shall come 
And bring the bright 

Millenium. 

Should God delay 
Millennial peace, 

God grant we may 

liefore that day 
Make Rum to cease 

His bloody sway. 

Ah, sometime we 
This monster sin 

Subdued shall see. 

Then hopeful be, 
For right must win 

The victory. 



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RELEASE. 

tu O God, let me die; let me not go out, 
To battle again witli demons. 1 ' 

'Twas the bitter wail of a man in jail, 
Sent there in delirium tremens. • 

And now he was well, his time was up, 
His release was to come on the morrow; 

lie prayed all night, the morning light 
Brought an end to his life of sorrow. 

They found him still on his knees at morn, 
But rigid in death's prostration, 

His hands as in prayer; God heard him there, 
And spared him the day's temptation. 

And when in the paradise on earth 
He awakes at the resurrection, 

His praise he will sound that Satan is bound 
And Jesus gives law and protection. 

Oh the many that tempt but the drunkard 
more 

And think that they are his betters. 
God pity the world that so many has hurled 

Into habit's fearful fetters. 



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THE BEREAVED MOTHER. 

Sad mother, who for many weary years 

Hast borne thy sorrow all alone, 
Hast for thy buried son shed hopeless tears, — 

Thy reckless child, and yet thine own; 

The creeds of men have wronged thy mother's heart, 
And wronged thy heavenly Father, too. 

Is God less just and loving than thou art? 
Is the Almighty One less true? 

Let God be true, though all men liars prove: 

His iove has ever been the same, 
Nov does his word unfold such lack of love, 

As teach the creeds that wrong his name. 

Thy son is dead, that's sad enough a loss; 

Nor will thy son again awake 
Till he who paid death's debt upon the cross 

His kingly rule o'er earth shall take. 

For death is death, and life is life indeed, 

Death- is not life in endless pain; 
All in their graves will hear Christ's voice and heed 

And will be made alive again. 

A present immortality within 

Is but the devil's first-told lie, 
When he ensuared our parent's into sin 

And said, tl Ye shall not surelydie." 



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The heavenly prize of immortality 

Is only for Christ's faithful Bride, — 
A future gift; they reign eternally 

Earth's future kings, at Jesus' side. 

But kings and priests must have their subjects, too, 

And these upon the earth will be; 
'Twill come when God's millennial day is due, 

And Christ is known from sea to sea. 

Sad mother, there will then be raised to earth 

The millions that have never known 
Nor heard the Way nor spurned the Saviour's worth; 

'Twill be for them the judgment throne. 

The sinned against, the sore deceived, the frail, 

Will all be raised and will be there; 
Christ's death will surely yet for all avail 1 , 

To give one trial, full and fair. 

And if they will be true and will obey, 

They'll endless life on earth obtain; 
But if they will not live, and turn away, 

They'll die and never live again. 

The second death is truly death, a death alway, 

It is not life in endless name; 
It is destruction, loss of life for aye, 

Despite the creeds that wrong God's name. 



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While every sin will surely bring its loss 

Both now and in the trial clay, 
Yet mercy will be streaming from the cross, 

That all may live who will obey. 

Thy son is not now suffering endless pain; 

God's word is true, though creeds deceive; 
He sleeps in death, and will be raised again; 

Sad mother, cheer thine heart, believe. 



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By CHAS. W. LOUX. 

White Ribbons — Temperance Verse. 
16 mo. no* pp. Bo and in Maroon 
Cloth, white lettering. Price, 
50 cents; by mail 55 cents. 

C\UMEN"BOOKCO., PROVIDENCE, R. I. 



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